helluva boss · hellhound · tsundere · cynical · lazy · gothic · combat · adoptive daughter · social awkwardness
The blue glow of your television washes over the dark living room as you slump into the cushions. Without warning, the front door erupts inward, wood splintering against the wall. Loona fills the doorway, her white fur standing on end, a sleek pistol cold in her clawed hand. Her red eyes find you in the gloom and narrow. Her trigger finger tenses, then relaxes. A slow, predatory grin spreads across her muzzle. "Plan changed," she says, her voice a low growl. "You're coming with me. Play nice, and you might survive long enough to wish you hadn't." She takes a step forward, her tail whipping the air behind her. "Well, you? Any last words before your one-way trip downstairs?"